allright guys, i've got like four readers, but thats ok. sorry it took so long, i've been busy. here we go! another fun couple chapters, yay! [I'm such a fluffy person...geez...] have fun!
disclaimer:no, the original characters and etc. are not mine...everything else is.
Chapter 13 – another night visitor
The next three weeks went by quickly. Oliver had taught me many of the basic things first years should know; he was an excellent teacher (I mastered them all quickly, probably because I was paying the utmost attention). Fred and George on the other hand taught me many useful but not exactly school related tactics. There was only one week left till school, and I was panicking.
"Oliver! I don't have any money! How am I going to buy my robes and such?" he looked at me and thought about it.
"Well, don't your parent have money they can give you?" he asked.
"My mums account is slowly disappearing, and my dads is nearly empty too, he keeps refilling hers." (I had talked with my dad Andrew and he had explained some things for me). I looked at Oliver desperately.
"Well, hey, I've got an idea!" he said, looking proud. "How bout I buy your things for you?"
"I couldn't just spend your money like that, I don't have anything to give you in return." He raised an eyebrow at me, got up out f his seat, came over to me and whispered "oh, really?" before kissing me. (Things had really picked up between us during the break.) "Tell you what, you give that $500 shopping spree money to me, and I'll exchange it for galleons okay? I know a man who'll do it; he's universal bout money."
"Thanks!" I said, beaming at him.
"Until then, I'll let you borrow some from me."
"Oh, I couldn't do that. Why don't we just-"I was cut short by Fred and George walking in, they had obviously heard our conversation.
"Don't worry about it, Ollie's rich!" Fred said. He winked at me. "Best be off!" the twins gallivanted out of the portrait hole. I looked at Oliver to see him blushing.
"I'm not that rich...are you mad I didn't tell you?" he looked at me at me apparently distraught.
"I don't care how much money you do or don't have. Look at the Weasley's compared to the Malfoy's?" I paused, looking deep into his smooth brown eyes. "I love you for who you are, nothing will ever change that." A small smile played across his lips, and I intertwined my fingers with his.
"Come on, let's go shopping!"
We entered Diagon Alley, looking through the shops. He bought me beautiful new robes, and a wand, along with my pewter cauldron.
"What books do I get?" I asked, laughing at him trying to carry all the bags.
"Well, Mcgonagall said to get you first year supplies, so...standard grad of spells book one..." he started to mumble. I rolled my eyes and took some bags from him. He gave me one of those famous met-your-heart grins.
We bought our books together and picked up the rest of our odds and ends (parchment rolls, quills, ink bottles and such). The only problems that arose were 1) all the girls ogling him (which was quickly solved when he threw his arm around my shoulder), and 2) three words. Quality Quidditch Supplies. After about twenty minutes of staring through the windows, we actually entered the shop. He found the Nimbus 2000 broom fascinating. He started rambling off random facts, jumping from quidditch plays to brooms to famous tactics. I think I had learned all of quidditch history in two hours. And he was still talking.
"Oliver...Ollie!" he wouldn't respond...he just kept staring at the broom. I reached over, grabbed his face, and gave him the most passionate kiss I could muster. What started as an attention grabber turned suddenly hot. I broke away and he gave me an irresistible puppy face.
"Not here!" I said, pressing my finger to his lips as he leaned forward to resume the kiss. I pointed to some little boys looking disgusted.
"Oh, right, lets go." He blushed from embarrassment.
It was the night of opening ceremony. I fluttered nervously through my dorm and the common room. I was extremely nervous. Oliver had been watching me, trying to give me pointers. He had suggested for me to get dressed, and when I came back down two minutes later, he turned Weasley-red. I asked what was wrong, and he couldn't speak. Then he pointed at my feet. I looked at my shoes, wondering what was wrong, and realized what he'd been gawking at. I was fully dressed, except for my skirt. You could plainly see my silky pink panties. My mouth dropped open, and I froze for a second before ripping my robes shut and running to clothe myself. I ran back into the common room and noticed Oliver was sweating.
"Oliver, are you o-" just then, Professor Mcgonagall walked in.
"Amy, come with me please." I looked at Oliver nervously and followed her through the portrait hole. We walked down flights of stairs to end up in some dark, moist rooms lit by torches adorning the walls every few feet.
"Go straight through that door, I have got to go bring in the first years."
She walked briskly away and left me standing there quite uncertainly. I looked around, feeling the hair on the back of my neck prick up, and made my way for the entranceway.
I opened the heavy wooden door to find many eyes on me. One set in particular scared me, they were cold and black, belonging to a pale man with a big nose and greasy black hair. There was also an extremely short man who looked very jolly with his rosy red cheeks, a rather paranoid looking man in a turban who was trying to smile but couldn't manage due to a terrible twitch, and a rather plump woman with wispy gray hair sticking out from underneath her odd looking hat.
"Hello dear!" said the woman with the hat.
"Er...hello." I still wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to be doing.
"I'm professor Sprout!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, you look different than you did in the movies."
"Probably because that wasn't me!" she chucked. I blushed. "You can see" she said, gesturing to the short happy man and the dark-haired scowling one, "some of us did play our parts. Quirrel got to nervous, he was played by a muggle also."
"Sorry for asking, but...didn't you... die?" I asked meekly, wondering if he'd been offended. He had started to answer when Professor Snape interrupted him.
"As you will notice, once the year starts, this will be Harry Potter's (who's name he slightly sneered) first year also. That was just a mixture of fortune telling and a good load of rubbish. Now..." he said, eyeing me and stepping aside, "Sit." He picked an old hat off of a stool and I snuck over to it. I felt it instantly come to life on top of my head, I was being sorted.
"Amy Fischer...where to put you... what's that? Sloathe you say?" I shuddered at the thought of my real father's name. "Your mother and father...both equally gifted, as you are. You have an underlying power I sense, can't wait for that to show itself. No, I think I know where to put you, somewhere for the brave of heart, all though it's not bravery you're heart'll be pursuing, eh? Gryffindor!" I blushed madly, but none of the teachers had seemed to catch what the hat had said, and I got off of the stool and crouched down slightly, feeling pressured under so many gazes.
Mcgonagall came to my rescue. She burst through the doors and hastily grabbed the hat and stool.
"Professor! Good news! You have a new addition to your house!" Professor Sprout announced.
"And I'm about to have many more" she said stoutly, but I saw a small smile creep onto her face. We all filed out after her, and Professor Flitwick offered to show me to my table, but I already knew, seeing Oliver, Fred, and George looking at me nervously. I walked up, trying to keep my face blank, and when I got there, Oliver looked up at me expectantly. I tried my best to look sad, and knew I had succeeded when they all looked worried.
"Hufflepuff?" George asked.
"To mischievous, Ravenclaw?" Fred suggested.
"Slytherin?" Oliver asked quietly. We both knew I'd give anything to be nothing like my father.
"I don't get it" I started. "I've been with Gryffindors, in the Gryffindor dorms, even bought Gryffindor clothing... we all thought I was a shoe-in, why didn't you save me a seat?" I said, turning suddenly gleeful. They all looked relieved and smiled. Oliver scooted over and I sat down.
"That was pretty cruel" Fred said with a pout.
"Yea, what did we ever do to you?" George added pushing out his bottom lip.
"It'll teach you to keep away from my butt." I smiled contently, only to see Oliver flare up in rage. "If you ever get the urge to stick another one of your father's muggle whoopee cushions under mine again." I recovered quickly. Oliver relaxed a bit, and Fred and George mouthed silent thank yous to me.
"What's a whoopee cushion?" Oliver asked. Just then, a large group of kids came through the doors.
"I'll tell you later" I replied. The sorting hat sang its song and the first years started getting sorted into their houses. I took this time to look along the staff table, and was taken aback by Headmaster Dumbledore. He struck me as a wise, powerful man with a good heart... it was like you could tell he was not a force to be reckoned with, but the kindest of all the teachers here. I stopped looking at him (because it was kind of creeping me out) and turned to Oliver.
"I'm glad we're together," I whispered in his ear. He grinned his famous boyish grin and held my hand under the table.
"Harry Potter." Professor Mcgonagall called. I was so stunned I dropped Oliver's hand, who didn't seem to notice. The hats voice echoed through the silent hall. "Gryffindor!" we all cheered madly as he sheepishly sat down. This boy I noticed must have also been played by an actor, because while he was just as attractive and resembled the muggle actor immensely, there were subtle differences. His hair was more tousled, darker. Even from where I was sitting, I could see his truly green emerald eyes.
The feast was much more than anyone could eat, and our usual gaggle of Fred, George, Oliver and I had grown with the addition f Lee Jordan, the twins' best friend. Lee had been staring at me during dinner so often that George kicked him in the shin and said quite simply "Oliver's got dibs."
All the Gryffindors got together in the common room, but I cleared out with the other first year girls. The only other girl who seemed to know where to go was going on about Hogwarts, a History. Hermione, had to be, but from behind I couldn't tell if it was the face I was expecting to see on her. We all got dressed and I ended up in the bed next to hers. She had been the girl I had seen in the movies, which shocked me for some reason.
Click-click-click.
I looked over to be spooked by an owl tapping its beak on the window.
"Oh, dear, post already?" Hermione complained. She opened the window and the girls looked stupefied when it landed on the bed next to me, holding out its leg.
"Uh... heh. I'll just...get that, then." I muttered, untying the parchment roll, and carried him back to the window. The owl flew out of my arms and I carried my letter back to my bed and plopped down. I unrolled it to find myself quite flattered.
When I laid eyes on you tonightYou looked so beautiful under the pale moonlight
Your blackberry hair shining, the way you were always smiling
I knew at once my dreams had come true
The moment I laid my eyes on you
Your Secret Admirer
I blushed like crazy despite myself and a girl named Patil noticed, immediately rushing over and asking to see it, snatching as she spoke.
"Can. I. See...it. Please?!" she was deffinently the gossiping type.
"Oh, sod off Patil! It's her letter, she can choose who she wants to read and not read it." Hermione said, her back to us the whole time as she was fluffing her pillows, getting ready for bed. Patil got a nasty sneer on her face that reminded me of Professor Snape. I walked over to Hermione's bed.
"Thanks, would you like to read it? I'm not even sure who sent it...they must know me to have known where I'm at so quickly though."
A moment passed as she read the limerick. "Not necessarily. It was a school owl, any one who knew you were a Gryffindor first year (at this she eyed me) girl could have sent it. I won't tell, but I'm going to bed. Sweet dreams then." She stated matter-of-factly, got into bed, and closed the curtains around her.
I didn't even look at the other girls as I hopped into my own bed, closing the curtains and tucking the note in my pajama pocket. 'It's got to be Oliver; I never knew he was a poet! He's such a sweetheart!' I thought as I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 14 – Surprised By a Birdie
The first two weeks had gone well. The professors had taken nicely to me, especially Professor McGonagall. It had been surprisingly easy (much thanks to Oliver and the fact that we were only starting the third week). Hermione and I had become good friends over with the true Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Ron wasn't as sneaky as Fred or George, but just as fun.
Since I had gotten that poem From Oliver, I had been showering him with little affections. Secret kisses, little hugs and brushing up against him, everything I could manage while trying not to be obvious to unsuspecting others. I don't think he realized how much the letter meant to me, because he seemed slightly surprised at first. He learned to cope with my attentions soon after they started though.
He, in turn, became quite jealous. Not overly protecting, but if he caught anyone hitting on me or staring to long. He'd fume up in anger and put a stop to it. He was having a rough time though; I seemed to have a magnetic draw with the entire body of male students (and a repellent to the girls). The incident with Malfoy was the worst.
I had been sitting in the library with Hermione waiting for Oliver's quidditch practice to end when a pale boy with slicked-back white blond hair approached me.
"Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy. I couldn't help but notice you sitting here alone." He announced proudly with his nose in the air.
Filthy shmuck.
"I'm not alone, I'm in fine company." I retorted, pointing at an obviously oblivious-to-anything-but-her-book Hermione.
He grunted in distaste. "That half-breed? Please! You need a pureblood to accompany you, and I think I'm just the man for the job." He said pompously.
"I think not, and if you intend on harassing Ms. Fischer any longer, I'm afraid I'll be forces to kick your pureblood ass."
Draco had stumbled to get away from the threatening voice behind him. He looked extremely alarmed, the blood draining from his already pale face leaving him as white as snow.
"Oliver Wood, so good to see you! You know what I've just been informed of? I need pureblood accompaniment. Would you care to assist me?" I positively beamed and he grinned coyly; he held out his arm to me. At this Draco swore.
"What about your filthy little mudblood friend? Leaving her out to dry so you two can go snog?" within a matter of seconds, I felt the heat in my cheeks escalate and my eyes bulge. Before anyone could have stopped me I had tackled the blond snob and pinned him down.
"YOU.EVER.talk.about.her.like.that...I'll kill you." I hissed through clenched teeth. Then I slapped him hard enough to leave bruises.
The next day I saw him he gave me a death glare and I saw little purple ovals where my fingertips had made contact. I also noticed he had picked up two new 'friends' that he kept near him. They resembled confused gorillas.
I was headed to transfiguration with Hermione when I stopped abruptly in my tracks.
"Robyn!" I screamed. A few people jumped my raised voice. She turned and looked at me, getting wide eyes and an even wider grin.
"Amy?! What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, rushing over. Hermione seemed rather annoyed we were wasting our passing period.
"We really should be going." Hermione urged.
"I know, I know. Will you meet me tonight in the library? About seven good?"
"Definitely! Oo, I have to tell you about this new guy! I'm totally ob-"she was cut short by the laughter I emitted when Harry came up from behind and jumped on my back. Ron, Harry, and I all laughed. Hermione and Robyn both had an 'I cant believe this' look plastered across their faces.
"Lets GO!" Hermione pulled my arm and dragged me away from Robyn. I waved and went around the corner.
The day seemed to stretch on forever. All I could think about was being with Robyn again. Fred and George accompanied me to the library.
"How's everything with you and Oliver? As lovey-dovey as it looks?" George asked.
"Yea, because if it's not...we're always here for you." Fred said with a wink.
"I know...along with the rest of the male student population." I laughed. "But me and Ollie are just fine." George pouted and looked at me with a very sad face.
"Oh, don't give me that. You guys know you'd be on the top of the list. Promise." They both beamed at me. "You guys are such dorks! Thanks for walking me." I giggled.
"No problem!" Fred replied.
"Anytime!" George said happily.
I walked through the library doors and chose a table near the entrance. Not five minutes later Robyn strolled through. She spotted me and a mile-wide grin spread across her face; I felt mine do the same. She sat down and for no apparent reason, we both burst into a fit of giggles...only to be quieted a moment later by a death stare from the librarian.
"My gosh Robyn. I cant believe I found you...here of all places!" I said excitedly.
"I know, and vice versa! I got your letter saying you'd been transferred to a private school, but I didn't think it'd be this one!" she replied with enthusiasm.
"And last year you told me you were going to an all girls school!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie, but, you know. Rules are rules."
I laughed. "I don't care. I lied too! Sorry... hey, what house are you in?" I asked, then I realized how stupid I must have sounded; I could tell by looking at her robes.
"Ravenclaw" she giggled.
"Yea, I see that. Oh, and who's this boy you like?" I asked with a mischievous glint in my eye. She paused, blushing brightly.
"Harry...Harry Potter." Her cheeks burned bright red and we both started laughing again.
We talked about home and how things were in school. She found my acceptance story quite interesting. I felt bad because I shied away from the me and Oliver thing, but I told her that after I won the contest we met up with some students and I came to the attention of the school and was accepted. But my plan to avoid the whole Ollie scenario was ruined...when he walked through the library doors in his quidditch robes. He beamed at me and without thinking I ran to him and gave him a gigantic hug. We walked back to the table and a stunned Robyn.
"Uh... Ollie, this is Robyn, life-time best friend, and Robyn, this is Oliver, my ever-loving boyfriend." She looked at me bewildered. He kissed me on the forehead and added "ever-loving and ultimate lover" with a wink. Robyn looked ready to pass out.
"Oh, nice to meet you... I've got to go, it's nine already. Amy lets...keep in touch okay?" she smiled faintly and walked off. "Bye" she called over her shoulder.
"Bye!" I called after her. "It's already nine?" I asked no one. "How was practice?" I asked Oliver, slipping my hand through his cloak and around his waist.
"It was AMAZING!" Professor McGonnagall found us a new seeker!" he babbled ecstatically about practice all the way to the gryffindor tower. I smiled and nodded and agreed where appropriate, but I just couldn't stay focused on him.
I kept thinking of what an ass I was, trying to hide Oliver from Robyn. Point one, she's my best friend, even if I thought it'd hurt her feelings, I should still be able to tell her and her accept it and be happy for me. Point two... he picks me up every night after practice. Plain and simple.
We walked through the portrait door, he kissed me goodnight, and I walked to my dorm room distraught and feeling cold form losing Oliver's warm embrace.
Chapter 15 – Christmas Break
Christmas break had finally come, and I was packed and ready to go. We were leaving the next day and I was extremely sad despite the cheerful air around me. At dinner Fred, Lee, and George looked at me sadly and said and said their goodbyes.
"It's too bad tour from the states." Lee said.
"Yea, we could have shared Christmas presents!" George joined in.
"It's so upsetting...I'm going to miss you guys."I said, looking at each of them.
"We're going to miss you to!" George said and the other two nodded. I talked with them for a bit and then excused myself to say goodbye to Harry and Ron who were playing a brutal game of wizards chess. I hugged them both and we laughed, for no reason other than to break the uncomfortable sadness around us.
That night in the common room I hugged everyone goodnight and sat down with Oliver in front of the fire. He was propped up against a squishy chair and was holding me while I sat between his legs lying back onto his chest.
"This is going to be the first time we've been apart in months" he sighed.
"This will be the first time we've been apart since we met" I answered. Realizing the obvious pain in my voice I tried to sound more cheerful. "Its Christmas! Its time for families and celebration... its only going to be a couple of week anyways." I said brightly but quietly. He let out a small laugh.
"You're always trying to make everyone happy...take a break. I know you're just as sad as I am."
"More" I breathed and snuggled deeper into his chest.
"I don't think that's possible." He replied with a hint of competitiveness in his voice. That's my Ollie.
"How about we say we're even and stop at that?"
"Deal." He kissed my hair and took in a deep breath of my scent.
"I love how you always smell like open country air...like the smell of a clean breeze lifting the smell of a blossoming field. Its like the smell of quidditch, but better." He took in another deep breath. OK, so if it was some other girl, smelling like quidditch might sound like an insult, but with Oliver, it was one of the best compliments ever.
"I love the way you smell too. And I love how I feel when you hold me. I feel so warm... it feels so perfect being in your arms." I nuzzled him once more, turned around to face him, and kissed him lightly. He had the softest lips imaginable. We both knew it was late and headed for the separate stairwells.
"Goodnight" I called quietly.
"Goodnight" he said back.
I went up to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth.
Tick-tick-click.
I looked over to find an owl tapping on the window next to the sink. I smiled at the bird as I opened the window and he flew in next to me. I untied the letter from his leg and kissed him. The owl nibbled my finger affectionately and flew out the window. My heart was nearly bursting through chest as I looked at the neat little letter in my hands. I unrolled it to read...
As I close my eyes
On this parting night
I imagine your soft touch
And my heart grows light.
I'll miss your kind demeanor
I'll miss your charming grin
I'll love you forever
I'm only waiting to see you again.
Your Secret AdmirerI clutched the letter to my chest and sighed. I practically floated to my bed and laid down weightlessly.
That morning I woke up, slightly groggy but still ecstatic. I was whistling happily as I gathered up my remaining articles that I would need for the ride home.
"What's got you so chipper this morning? Last night you were so depressed." Hermione asked smiling at me. I tossed her the note I had somehow managed to stuff under my pillow.
"An owl interrupted my bedtime grooming with that little parchment of joy" I grinned.
She read it and an 'awwww...' smile spread across her face.
"That is the sweetest boy ever! I wish I had a boyfriend like that...no, second thought, I'd get attached and my grades would drop." She added. She smiled at me and we exchanged excited grins. Patil glared as us.
Hermione and I made our way to the train after breakfast. I dropped her off with Harry and Ron in their compartment, both who looked at me sadly.
"I'll see you all in a couple weeks." I sad reassuring them; more so Ron and Harry then Hermione, she didn't seem as sad.
Harry leapt out of his seat as I moved toward the door. He engulfed me in a close hug.
"I'll miss you," he whispered. He nuzzled my neck lovingly, and I gave him a squeeze.
"And I you" he let go and smiled. I returned the look with yet another gentle smile and heard Hermione sigh 'dear God'.
Ron took up Harry's actions as soon as Harry sat down. He hugged me so close I felt pain. I choked out a giggle and said "and I'll miss you too, don't worry." And he let go, turning the famous Weasley-Red. I waved goodbye and went to find Oliver.
"Predictable." I said when I found him sitting with none other than the Twins. I smiled at him and sat down at his side.
"What took you so long?" he asked playfully.
"I was saying goodbye to some friends. Didn't think you'd worry so much."
"Oh, but I did." He pouted...the most adorable look ever.
"I'm sorry...how would you like me to make it up to you? One?"
I kidded him.
"Two?"
I kissed him again.
"Infinity." He said matter-of-factly.
"Oh boy! Me and George are going to find Lee while you snog for all eternity." Fred announced obnoxiously. He slapped Oliver on the back and gave me a quick hug. George waved and walked out. I jumped up and followed.
"George!"
I said to the boy that looked like he desperately wanted to be following his brother. "No goodbye hug?" I pouted.
"Oh, right... I thought you just wanted us out so you could snog." He winked at me. He wrapped me in a hug and I laid my head on his chest. It was like hugging Oliver, all warm and secure, but he smelled different. We reluctantly let go.
"I'll be counting down the days till I see my favorite twin again...oh, wait, did I say 'twin'? I meant Fred too." I winked.
"I'm only waiting to see you again." he bowed at the waist and walked off.
"What was that all about?" Oliver asked as I returned.
"George seemed upset, just checking if he was OK,"I replied as I plopped down next to him. "Anyways...where were we?" I asked seductively, moving so I could sit on his lap.
"I think we were about..." he kissed me. "Here."
We started kissing more passionately, and I was shocked when he lightly licked my bottom lip, obviously wanting admission. I parted my lips a bit, but that was all he needed. I'd never done this before, but I had read those articles in teen magazines. I knew basically what to do.
No book had ever said how good it was, kissing someone you love like that. He slipped his tongue around mine, licking at the roof of my mouth occasionally. I sucked gently at his tongue as it left my lips, and he stared at me started afterwards.
There was a slight pause.
"Where did you learn that?" he asked a bit breathlessly. I giggled.
"From a magazine..." I said sheepishly. "So it was ok? I mean for my first time?" I asked quietly but eagerly.
"Perfect." He breathed, laying his head in the crevice of my chest. I cradled him with one arm and ran my fingers through his hair with the other hand. We sat there for only a moment before the door opened. We both looked up, still in mid-cuddle, to find the one and only...Draco Malfoy.
"Ugh... damn Gryffindors. Strong of heart...tell me about it." He sneered.
"What do you want Malfoy? Jealous? Saving this image so you can put your face on his body?" I spit at him, nastier than I've ever sounded before.
"How could I be jealous of that? And it's not like I'd want you anyways you whore." He smiled smugly as he watched Oliver pick me up off his lap and stand up to face him only an inch from his own. Thought this should have been difficult (being that Oliver was 5'8 and Malfoy only 5'3), but Malfoys nose was so high in the air Oliver only had to glare down at him.
"What are you going to do? Hurt me?" he mock- whimpered, then opened the compartment door all the way to reveal his two large friends. Oliver didn't advance any closer, but he didn't back down either.
"Heh...scared Wood?" he challenged with a satisfied grin.
"What, got beat down by a girl and you had to get to two goons three times normal size to save your ass?" I snapped, stepping forward bravely. "Don't make me bruise your pretty boy face again right before you go home to daddy and mum." I threatened. One of the guys turned around and looked stupidly at Draco.
"Again?" he scoffed.
"That's where those bruises came from?" the other asked.
"No! I told you! I did that to myself when I nearly killed Potter with an imperious curse to knock some since into me!"
Oliver and I sniggered.
"Great story Malfoy, I needed a laugh. So...what? Now you're into self-harm? That get you going or something?" I said cruelly. The blood rushed to his cheeks and he looked ready to explode.
"I'll take care of you after Christmas, just so I don't have to send you home in a box." He retorted smartly and turned on his heel. I shut the door and looked at Oliver.
"I think that was the meanest I've ever been in my entire life..." I said quietly in the still-tense air.
"And you did very well." He smiled, trying to show me that it was okay when it came down to Slytherins.
We sat for the rest of the trip holding each other, just like the first time we had been on the train.
"I love you." He said as we moved to exit the train.
"I love you always." I hugged him tightly and kissed him one more time before turning to lose myself in the crowd.
and yes, those are my own lymrics, i didnt steal them from anybody. if you like them and want to use them for god knows what, go for it, just please dont take credit for them...i'll be pissed if i find them one day in a book under jane doe and not... my name. thanks!